I might be gone on Monday,
but I'm always home on Sunday
In the lov ing arms of my Marie
I get in the car, pull out of town,
follow the lines of that old highway
Turn the radio on, follow the map
as I listen to the local DJ
I know it's hard, and I feel so tired,
but it's the only life I know.
I might be gone on Monday,
but I'm always home on Sunday,
in the lov ing arms of my Marie.
in the darkness of the stage
The silence of a thousand seats
I leave to sleep so time can turn the page
wishing I could sleep till noon
for me to drive to Thunder Bay
I might be gone on Monday,
but I'm always home on Sunday
I gotta go on and do my show
As I walk out, the people clap
the lights, they go down low
I might be gone on Monday,
but I'm always home on Sunday
In the lov ing arms of my Marie
In the loving arms of my Marie
In the lov ing arms of my Marie
